MR. GARRISON
Is there a problem, boys?
KYLE
Yes, Mr. Garrison, I have to go now.
MR. GARRISON
Oh really, Kyle? What is it this time?
Another prostate tumor?
KYLE
No, my little brother has been
abducted by aliens.
Mr. Garrison stares blankly at Kyle.
KYLE (contd)
It's true! Ask Cartman, they gave him
an [snip] probe!
Cartman looks around at the other children, extremely
embarrassed, and finally forces a little laugh as if to
say it's all a little joke.
CARTMAN
Uhh.. Huh, huh... Thats a little
joke.
Kyle steps to the front of class.
KYLE
Mr. Garrison, seriously, I HAVE to go!
Can I PLEASE be excused from class?
MR. GARRISON
I don't know, Kyle. Did you ask Mr.
Hat?
Kyle looks down at the stupid puppet on Garrison's hand.
KYLE
I don't want to ask Mr. Hat, I'm
asking YOU!
MR. GARRISON
Oh, I think you should ask Mr. Hat.
KYLE
(SIGHING)
Mr. Hat, may I please be excused from
class?...
Mr. Garrison shoves his puppeted hand violently in Kyle's
face, and changes his voice.
MR.HAT
Well Kyle, NO! You hear me? You go
to hell, you go to hell and you die!
MR. GARRISON
Hmm, guess youll have to take your
seat, Kyle.